Vol. 6
Ch. 8
Wish I could Erase But I'm a Bad Liar Now You Know
Soft.
Tasted like cinnamon?
It wasn't the lip contact that threw Dazai off, but rather the fervent nature Alu used to kiss him deeper—a 'French' kiss so to speak. Dazai didn't think Alu was the type to actually encourage having an active audience, and the timing couldn't have been more awkward. But wait, the bigger question should be—why was she kissing him?
Dazai was not an easy person to catch off guard, but she had managed to stupefy him wonderfully.
WHUMPH.
Dazai coughed in pain, eyes bugging as Alu's knee twisted and jerked into his abdomen with the force of what felt like a very large cement hammer. Alu stepped back as Dazai doubled over, hugging himself in pain, hacking like his body's sudden sharp pains were shooting all up and down his pine—which they were. This was probably the first and last time he'd ever allow himself to be caught off guard, trapped between a sweet fantasy and a crushing cruel reality of a kissing experience like this.
For someone with no fox strength, she was surprisingly strong in her own right. He both admired and felt frustrated at this current moment where his body had gotten such confusing signals that it literally didn't know which way was up or down and the worst part about the whole thing was they were in a public space of all places and inwardly this frustrated Dazai. How could something like a kiss be so tender and also be so painful at the same time? He didn't care about kissing normally but damn did Alu know how to turn up the heat. Jeez, this girl had the makings of a perfect sadist, he couldn't help but offhandedly think, groaning.
He was used to a beat down, not like he hadn't gotten into fights before but Alu did pack a wallop. It was like being punched by that damn fedora wearing executive honestly. Dazai didn't want to think about that guy right now.
"What are you doing?" He wheezed, trying to look up but Alu stepped back, and the steampunk woman stepped forwards instead, pointing her gun at Dazai, leveling it squarely between his eyes from her distance just out of arm's reach of where he was hunched over.
"Do what you like with him—-but don't kill him," Alu said, gripping her arm tightly, and Dazai heard the sound of clapping coming from the steps behind himself. He looked over his shoulder, eyes narrowed, still in pain but more with it again.
"Wonderful," a slimy tone greeted Dazai's ears. He hummed at Dazai, smirking past his White Russian hat which honestly looked like a glorified marshmallow with fuzzy texture—a moldy marshmallow hat— Dazai wanted to taunt him about it.
"Alu…?" Dazai panted at Alu, trying to sit up but suddenly a painful shot of electricity jabbed into his bruised side—from when he fell earlier but hadn't told Alu— and Dazai cried out, "Agh!?"— in pain, only vocal about it for the first time. Nikolai had taken the opportunity of Dazai being distracted to sneak attack him with a taser—which only worked because Dazai was rarely this distracted.
The voltage was not kind, and Dazai felt the blood in his mouth begin to pool. He spit it out, panting hard, weak at the knees now, unable to stand.
"Remember our deal," Alu said, shakily but cross, glaring at Fyodor and Nikolai.
Deal? What deal? Dazai was confused. He felt his gut clench. He knew that Alu wanted to find Odasaku as much as he did, but he didn't suspect she would sell him out in order to get to Odasaku. Right? She was the one who lectured him about valuing life or whatever. There was more to it than that. There had to be. Chūya was who Fyodor was really after. Maybe she was threatened—wait, if that was true then maybe she was hoping Dazai would make a good decoy so she could focus on rescuing Odasaku. yeah! That had to be it!
"Yes, yes, our deal," Fyodor hummed, stepping casually closer to Dazai. He knelt near Dazai like a master stares down their new dog, smirking darkly at Dazai. Dazai glared back, even though his neck felt ready to let his head roll right off. Fyodor reached out a hand to grip Dazai's jaw, and his lip curled into a pleased sneer as Dazai's body was too heavy to honestly counter. Nikolai had shocked him so hard that Dazai was impressed he didn't smell like cooked meat.
Plum eyes gazed back at burnt Sienna ones, and Dazai felt the need to break the ice. "Sorry, but you're not my type. Get out of my face," Dazai cheekily remarked, ducking his head out of Fyodor's grasp.
Fyodor leered down at Dazai, grabbing him by his brown mop of hair instead, fisting Dazai's hair in his fingers and yanking Dazai to forcibly look at him. Dazai grit his teeth in pain, glaring vehemently at Fyodor. If only his damn arms would work. But they felt heavy. He was barely supporting himself in the current position he was in on his knees as he was. "You're not in any position to be making the demands, Dazai," he hummed.
"Someone get a knife," the steampunk lady huffed.
"What for?" One of the guards asked.
"So we have something to cut this tension with!" The steampunk dressed woman huffed.
"Oh~ Jokes! I have one!" Nikolai piped in.
"Another time, perhaps," Fyodor spoke up calmly but direct, and Nikolai knew this tone meant business so he simmered down his hyperactivity a little.
"So what? You threatened Alu to make a deal? Joke's on you, I already know about the deal involving Chūya," Dazai leered back levelly at Fyodor.
"Oh you poor thing, you really have no idea, do you?" The steampunk dressed woman sighed, looking at Dazai like he was something pitiful. Dazai didn't like the attitude and shot her a glare.
She backed up mighty quick, his look terrifying. However, Fyodor just hummed and pulled out a cloth, before he wrapped it around Dazai's eyes.
Dazai made a noise of alarm, instantly dying to recoil but Fyodor had the upper hand in more ways than one, and Nikolai now came over, to help assist with restraining Dazai. Dazai knew he was doing about as much damage as a g0ddam KagiMarp.
Shit.
"Dazai, don't resist, it'll only hurt more if you do," Alu's voice reached Dazai's ears and he instinctively wanted to lean towards it as though it would somehow fix or alleviate this situation.
What would hurt more?
A sharp stab into his neck made Dazai shudder. "Hnn?" He didn't mean to make a noise but the needle caught him by surprise, considering his eyes were covered and he was being physically restrained now by Nikolai.
Dazai suddenly felt very dizzy. This was a heavy duty sedation drug. "Alu…" Dazai mustered even as he began to pass out against the hold of his captor. "I…trust you…" he didn't know why, but he felt like he had to say that. He had to reaffirm that these bastards wouldn't make him question Alu's good intentions. Alu was not Ango. Alu didn't use people. He couldn't see her face, but Dazai would make sure that his belief in Alu wouldn't waiver.
As Dazai finally passed out, Fyodor looked up with a sigh to make some remark to Alu and paused. Alu was crying. Not because of her broken arm. But because she knew she had to put Dazai in a dangerous position and Alu didn't think she deserved for Dazai to trust so much in her when she was so powerless to help him right now. The deal with Fyodor would ensure Dazai's life would be spared—-but that was it. She otherwise had no control over what would happen to him now.
Alu didn't sob outwardly, and it was rare for Fyodor to be in the presence of someone who could cry so much without making a sound, but it still fascinated him, nonetheless, to see how this demon was suffering over this fallen angel's fate.
He waved a hand, and Nikolai saluted, disappearing into a space hole with Dazai, leaving Alu with Fyodor. Alu wiped her eyes with her good arm, as the pain in her broken one began to make her dizzy and Alu felt a little nauseous. The steampunk dressed woman spoke, though to Alu it began to sound muffled compared to the ringing that was growing in her ears. Alu finally buckled, dropping to her knees, before falling over on her not injured side. She could see Fyodor's boots getting closer as her vision got dimmer. Ah, well, she was dead one way or another at this point. The rest was up to those she had entrusted with the task of saving Dazai. Whether or not Fyodor would keep his end and let her speak with Odasaku and set him free…trust didn't matter here. Alu just chose to believe in giving Fyodor the benefit of the doubt, as stupid as it sounded for someone manipulative and destructive like him.
Maybe Alu should be more phased by whack job personalities like Dazai and Fyodor, who liked to chase blood, death, and other forms of dark exhilaration, but after growing up with Juubi, she honestly was used to those types. At least Juubi had a reason for craving his own chaos. He was a being created by chaos so he needed chaos to thrive. It's why Alu utilized him in battle at times so he could absorb the energy from the friction fighting caused.
Juubi.
It was so quiet.
Normally Juubi and her would swoop in and win the fight by now. Dazai would have been okay. Perhaps they could have forced the location for Odasaku and Kōsuke out easier. Juubi wasn't here though. Even though in exchange for Odasaku's freedom, Alu had offered up her own— much to Fyodor's delight, she was at his mercy. If he wanted to kill her, he probably could. Alu knew even if her death triggered Juubi returning to her side and reviving her, it would only spurn utter chaos with no Dazai there to help her control him from taking over her body completely.
Alu was in too much pain to hang on anymore.
I'm sorry this is the extent of what I'm able to do with my own limited power…
—x—x—
"Tch," Chūya huffed, currently standing awkwardly in the office building where the ADA was located. He stood outside the office door, awkward and grumpy. After Dazai had immaturely taken off with Alu, Chūya secretly tailed them. However, once they went down that hole together, Chūya knew he had to report it —but what Chūya didn't understand was why he was here instead of at the Port Mafia reporting his findings to his own boss.
Wrinkling his nose, Chūya knew that Alu relied on the bonds she'd made with these ADA knuckleheads, but he couldn't rationalize why he, Chūya Nakahara, Executive of the Port mafia, had chosen to come here with the news instead of his own team's base. It wasn't like he planned to bat for the other team or anything, but somehow in Chūya's gut, he felt the help Alu needed just had to come from these annoying self-righteous pricks.
Before Chūya could decide whether or not to leave, the door was opened and he was greeted by an animated, baritone speaking blonde tall male, carrying a case file and barking over his shoulder.
"—By noon! But no, we have to do a—Chūya?" The blonde blinked, frowning, with confusion, his glasses glinting.
"Who is it?" Yosano called from her desk.
Chūya opened and closed his mouth. Finally, with nothing better to say he turned on his heel to just leave. "It's the kid from the Port," the blonde replied, describing Chūya in a way that made him sulk.
Chūya glared at the dumb blonde. "I'm not some 'kid from the Port,'" he snarled, clenching his hands in his jacket pockets to stop from punching the glasses off of his face.
"It's Mr. Fancy Hat, isn't it!" Ranpo called from his own desk.
Chūya anger-doki'd. "I'm not called Mr. Fancy Hat! Quit calling me that you damn man-child!" He griped at Ranpo, storming past the blonde now into the office itself.
The blonde made a noise in surprise. "My apologies, Chūya, right?"
Chūya wasn't used to someone being so polite and actually being sincere about it, but this guy seemed oddly familiar to him. He just couldn't place where. Oh right, back when they rescued Alu together from the 'Spider's Web', a gang led by a woman named Charley, this baritone man was called Kunikida, Doppo Kunikida. Chūya grunted and ignoring Yosano's glare, he pointed at Ranpo as a small brilliant lightbulb went off. Now he knew why his instinct brought him here! "Oi! You!"
Ranpo continued to eat his chips, unperturbed.
Kunikida meanwhile shut the door to the office, frowning at Chūya's odd behavior. Yosano played with some surgical knives at her desk and Kunikida quickly inched over to her, to stop her from impaling Chūya with them before they actually knew why he was here, harassing Ranpo. "Listen to the person who is talking to you!" Chūya growled, as Ranpo just rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a set of headphones. He put them on and began to play something on his computer, completely ignoring Chūya.
Chūya had a good half a mind to grab that computer and throw it out the corporate asshole window of the building. "Er, Ranpo, I'm sure Chūya has a very good reason for coming here," Kunikida said, hoping to alleviate some of the one sided tension stocking up on Chūya's side.
"This is a waste of time," Chūya snapped, turning on his heel.
"What is?" Kunikida asked, frowning at Chūya with some genuine concern.
"What do you think, answer the riddle and we will listen to what you have to say, Mr. Fancy Hat!" Ranpo spoke up, pushing his earphones around his neck. He wasn't wearing his glasses right now.
Chūya had no idea what stupid riddle Ranpo was talking about but as the words 'forget it' bubbled on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help but think of poor Alu reduced to relying on that bastard Dazai for help. Chūya oddly felt motivated at the thought of being praised over Dazai by Alu if he was able to turn things around. After all, only he and his boss knew Alu had no actual power right now. "Fine," he growled, crossing his arms and scowling at the smiling detective.
Ranpo pulled out a piece of paper, "When Plan B fails Plan A will commence. Plan A cannot be successful without the failure of Plan B. Plan B must happen before Plan A. The end is the beginning."
Chūya hated riddles. He normally disliked flowery language. In all honesty he would rather punch the riddle than try to answer it. "That makes no sense. Plan A comes before Plan B! Whoever started the alphabet at the letter B?" Chūya scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Ranpo sighed. "Ah, not much of an intellectual, are ya?"
Chūya steamed. He was going to pummel this man-baby. "I don't need fancy talk to punch a piece of shit," he growled, cracking his knuckles, itching for a fight. Ranpo just shrugged.
"There's no need to resort to violence," Kunikida started, and Yosano hummed.
"Agreed, after all, it'd be a shame if you ended up going to the doctor's office," she menacingly grinned at Chūya, brandishing a surgical knife like it was a toy.
Kunikida sweated.
"That's enough," a gruff voice said, opening the door to the office. Chūya took a step back, defensive, as Fukuzawa entered the room, looking tired and slightly exasperated. He frowned at Chūya, disapproving of Chūya's commotion. Chūya grew increasingly frustrated with these guys.
"We don't have time for riddles," Chūya huffed, glaring at Fukuzawa with a frown.
"Pardon me for asking, but —not to be rude— why are you here? Don't you report to your own master, Mr. Mafia Dog?" Ranpo inquired, tilting his head at Chūya, green eyes glinting past his usual squint-eyed expression of nonplussed composure.
Chūya didn't know which insult he hated more. But Chūya reminded himself that the longer he bantered with these fools, the less time he had to rescue Alu. With a growl, he held up his hands, to show Fukuzawa that he didn't come to start a fight. Unlike Dazai, Chūya didn't act rashly and was actually a pretty good negotiator when his temper was under control and as long as Dazai was not mentioned. "Tch, because you are the ones who are going to help me rescue Alu."
That declaration hung in the air, and Ranpo actually comically began to clean out his ear with his pinky, not sure he'd heard correctly. Yosano casually got up out of her chair to check the window for any flying pigs or frogs. "Huh, it's not raining blasphemy or Port Mafia pigs," she noted.
"I'm being serious!" Chūya griped, eye twitching with irritation.
Fukuzawa eyed the riled up red-head, and frowned. It didn't actually feel like a trap set by Mori. Still, he wasn't going to trust someone at their word—not someone who worked for that man, but when Chūya glared right at Fukuzawa, shamelessly unapologetic, Fukuzawa knew without question that this boy was telling the truth. "What happened with Alu?" Fukuzawa asked, curt.
Chūya still felt on edge but having the oldest member of the ADA at least give him the floor to finally speak, helped his boil cool down to a slow simmer. Running a hand through his hair, gripping his fedora tightly in his other free hand, Chūya relayed what he'd seen. "Alu wanted to talk to me about some plan to get that Oda guy from Fyodor, and naturally a certain bastard —I won't name— sabotaged that plan and ran off with her handcuffed to him, like an idiot."
Yosano smiled, darkly. "I'm sorry, did you say he handcuffed himself to Alu?" She sounded ready to cut off someone's family jewels. Of course, Chūya would gladly let her in this case.
"I know, he's a reckless idiot," Chūya nodded, and although he didn't like agreeing with anything these dumb members had to say, it didn't feel terrible to have someone else hate on Dazai alongside him. "It doesn't help that they were kidnapped not long after and Alu can't even use her po—!"
He realized he almost slipped up but it was already apparent that it was too late to take it back. Ranpo eyed Chūya, and his expression was —to say the least— more serious than Chūya had ever seen. "Alu has no power?"
Chūya began to sweat. The other members began to all stare at him, adamantly and suddenly Chūya wished the ability user would swallow him up into the floor. "I don't know the details," he admitted, holding up his hands. "But that was why I was guarding her before," he stated, referring to when the ADA had come knocking a few days ago.
"I see, another thing she decided not to tell us," Yosano was the one this time to be genuinely hurt and a little angry.
"She didn't want you to worry unnecessarily about her," Chūya found himself saying. Wait, why did he care how these morons felt? Consoling them wasn't his problem!
"Hey, didn't you say that riddle was left this morning on your desk, Ranpo?" Kunikida asked, frowning at Ranpo now, having been lost in thought this whole time.
"Mm," Ranpo nodded.
"Well, use your ability and just deduce it already" Kunikida pressed, impatient. "It was left by that girl, right?"
"Wrong," Ranpo sighed, waving the paper around, resting his chin in his hand, frustrated. "It wasn't left by her. I already deduced it, but the answer makes no logical sense. Basically, Plan B is whatever we will attempt and that will fail 'first' and then a 'Plan A' will only commence then involving that frustrating girl."
"Do you have any idea what this 'Plan A' even could be?" Fukuzawa frowned, gazing at Ranpo.
"I don't even know what the 'Plan B' was other than it obviously involves us working together with Mr. Fancy hat!" Ranpo complained.
Chūya didn't know what plan Alu had gone over with them but it wasn't like it mattered now that she was kidnapped. "Did this plan involve her getting kidnapped?" he found himself asking, trying to piece together some clues for himself.
"Doubtful," Yosano frowned. "Alu actually told me a little bit this morning about her plan involving you and Dazai," she admitted, now that she assessed that Chūya was genuinely here to try to think of a game plan to save Alu. In a way, Yosano recalled how Alu had mentioned that Chūya was the key to this plan's success. She seemed to believe in this kid, and while Yosano didn't trust him as far as she could throw him, she believed in Alu.
"What did she tell you?" Fukuzawa looked at Yosano, grateful that at least Alu was opening up about her ideas to someone at his agency.
"She told me that Fyodor was after Chūya, and that she opted to have Dazai and Chūya work together to be the 'distraction' while she would figure out a way to track down Odasaku with Kunikida and myself. She wanted Ranpo to communicate with us from a safe distance and to utilize Katai's hacking ability to get the technology to try to locate Odasaku," Yosano explained.
Chūya blinked. He was actually a little impressed. It was a simple plan, but it actually made sense—-even the part with him and Dazai much to his chagrin— but of course none of that mattered now because she had gone and like an idiot, Dazai had pulled one of his antics.
"That actually sounded like a decent plan," he huffed, exasperated at Dazai for ruining it.
"Tell me more about what you saw," Fukuzawa sharply stated to Chūya.
Chūya nodded.
Kunikida however frowned at Ranpo. "How is the riddle relevant?"
Ranpo moodily fiddled with a bag of chips. He didn't look at anyone directly. Fukuzawa realized Ranpo was pouting. But if he was pouting that meant that Ranpo actually didn't have the answer to that himself. Fukuzawa knew the girl was a bit of an enigma but whom else could have left the note? "Ranpo, could the riddle have been left by the enemy to throw us off?"
"No," Ranpo said, grouchy. "It was definitely left by someone who already knows this Plan 'A'…Someone on the inside of Fyodor's group," he declared.
"We don't have time for riddles," Chūya interjected. "What we need is to draw out the enemy."
"How?" Kunikida huffed.
"Well, they wanted me so I'll bait and you guys will figure out the rest," Chūya declared.
Yosano giggled. "That'll do nicely. If you tried to put our lives on the line I'd have had to cut you down!"
"Nope, we'll handle it from here," Kunikida immediately rejected Chūya's offer, surprising everyone in the room with his blunt objection.
Chūya looked irritated. "Hah? Why? Is this seriously the time to be judging me for my ties to the mafia?"
"It doesn't have to do with your allegiance, it has to do with my ideals. I know it may sound selfish but I won't have you put into a risky situation on your own," Kunikida curtly stated.
Kunikida was an outspoken sort of person, but Fukuzawa thought that he honestly had the makings of a good leader, under his rough diamond demeanor. Fukuzawa smiled smally to himself. Ranpo had deduced as such when they'd first met Kunikida, and Kunikida was growing into his role as an ADA agent with his heart in the right place.
"What, are ya offering to team up with me, big guy?" Chūya taunted.
"Yes," Kunikida stated, staring at Chūya unflinchingly, serious. Chūya was surprised to say the least. He didn't have much interaction with Kunikida before now but he was the first agent who didn't seem openly disgusted at the thought of working with him although he was from another team.
Fukuzawa sighed. "We have work to do," he said, commandingly.
—x—x—
His body was sore.
How many days had it been?
He was in a dimly lit room, a cellar so to speak. The moths crawled around the only source of light hungrily as it hung from the ceiling. Day old food, hardly touched, remained near the bottom of the stairs. He trembled, cold and apprehensive. He wanted to go home. But he didn't know if he even had one anymore.
Even if he tried to run away, he had been microchipped. If he left now, he'd just be putting everyone in danger. It would be better if he wasn't found. That's what he tried to convince himself. The door at the top of the cellar opened, and he heard footsteps, boots tapping on the rickety wood. He looked up, though afraid, to see the white haired man before him, with red eyes and pale skin.
"It's time for you to decide, will you be a good boy…?" Tatsuhiko Shibusawa asked, a small sadistic smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "You wanted to be 'special,' remember that," he said, gazing down at the hunched kid before him. "Kōsuke…"
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A/N: Okay, so I read the latest chapter of BSD and all I can say is….. (=x=) are you effing joking man? Chuya should NOT be a vampire because A) that implies he's DEAD, and b) Screw vampire fan service it just doesn't MAKE any sense.
Also, POOR CHUUYA. If he is a vampire that is because he used Arahabaki as a last ditch attempt to protect himself and actually DIED because Dazai wasn't there. His last thoughts must have been MORe than panicked. I mean, up until that point, Dazai would be there to hold him in one gay form or another, but now he wasn't there period. I swear, if Dazai pulls some 'oh it was all for the sake of plot and getting the book to FIX everything" pbullshit THERE WILL BE HANDS. MINE. SLAPPING A DOLL OF KAFKA which I swear I need to squeeezeeee right about now. HELP. These are such good characters but a lot of them are underdeveloped or like Ranpo's 'not' ability which is totally an ability, sorry Kafka there is only so far being a 'genius detective' goes before it's really ridiculous. UGH, I need a whole video for all the problems I have with BSD's development. *throws hands anyway
Nikolai even stated they could only use ONE tool in the game, but while Dazai ONLY chose Sigma, Fyodor now has a card key AND Chuya at his disposal. Which again, this place is super high tech and bugged, even with Chuya's strength, he alone would not be able to just waltz around. AND it's clear that Nikolai didn't beam him there so what the actual hell, Kafka. There is a way to conduct suspension of disbelief, yes, but this is just plain ass logic that has gone to the meat grinder.
I thought Dazai using his heart rhythm to send messages to Atsushi was laughable, but this just took the entire cake and put a bomb in it and blew it up. I feel like Odasaku on an emotional level, watching the orphans blow up in the van is the equivalent for me right now of seeing the world building of Bungou stray dogs just completely falling apart.
Kafka is clearly queer-baiting hopeful Soukouku shippers at this point but Dazai doesn't even flinch when he sees Chuya is a vampire and working with Fyodor. Dazai already has trouble expressing himself and emotionally, he's someone that has a hard time accepting loss, and Kafka keeps stating how Chuya was made for Dazai, etc, vice versa, something bla bla blushit. All I see here is that Dazai didn't give a shit as usual, because MEN expressing FEELINGS ina. fucking SHONEN is apparently too GAY even though they're literally supposedly supposed to be THE ship or something that sails.
I'm intrigued with Sigma and I love Ya-chan's relationship with Bram. They are literally the only reason I'm still bothering to read this dumpster fire bus of orphans explosion right now. I don't critique this series because I hate Kafka, but I critique it because it has SO MUCH MORE POTENTIAL than it's being offered.
I have managed to make writing the ADA enjoyable because they're kind of flat in the manga. The Port Mafia has better fleshed characters which is depressing if you really think about it because we are supposed to be rooting for the ADA but I'm Honestly team Port Mafia lol.
I'm gonna just predict that Dazai magically fixes everything and all the vampires go back to being human (because that's how being a vampire totally works) *jazz hands. Or LOL even better, Aya-Chan saves the world with her love for Kunikida( w)/ Yes. There. Bram becomes adopted by Aya-Chan as her new 'bat' pet. Additionally the only way I'm gonna accept Chuya as a vampire is if Dazai kisses him and that fixes him because true love or some shit.
Now as CentaurWorld so eloquently put it, "I'm gonna go breathe into a bag~ breathe into a bag~"
UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER YA'LL.
